New York, Mia

The room felt colder than usual, as if an icy hand had reached in and clenched around our hearts. Sophia’s face, usually radiant, was now pale as chalk. She stood there, holding the bouquet of flowers that had arrived, a sense of dread in her eyes.

“What the hell?!” Sophia muttered, her voice trembling, as she grabbed the flowers and tossed them into the bin. Her trembling hand then reached for the accompanying card, and she quickly snapped a picture of it with her phone.

I couldn’t help but feel a chill go down my spine as I watched her actions. “What are you doing?” I managed...